Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.